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% |1 ?% i" e5 F. U( UStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * x g* h* z+ k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - \8 @. d; J! ]3 p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Y4 x) h/ R% k8 d' l7 w, Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ i5 K( M1 F7 _9 z& kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 g6 v6 t! m" O' FHow you suffered for you sanity, % w: \# R0 v1 i: w
How you tried to set them free, 0 x5 _" ~6 X, u# W9 M5 S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ |$ q/ _ ^7 x1 N- sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # m5 i5 v- Q5 B N q1 Z+ ], |, ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' Q8 \" v2 v' u% K, G0 g1 p- SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " O" a: S! G9 S/ H4 p3 y6 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ X; c" F. Q' }, \3 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 d0 x! k+ H. E. j1 e3 C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 F! S/ M t% f) M% ~
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ~6 o6 \4 D& X/ \8 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 y, o) w, S1 s F# l5 H7 l5 ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' d9 K+ ~4 ]# v1 H. j3 R. F8 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 f' n" S" G/ Q P' Q* HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . d! o0 x- \+ E9 m7 o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 p+ ~* O+ {$ g& O' |. s, fHow you suffered for you sanity,
# I/ F% o4 O8 j# w+ u8 {How you tried to set them free,
% ?% z# W$ Y) h5 y: ]They would not listen they're not listening still, $ O U& L3 r) M1 }7 z: G5 G$ U
Perhaps they never will. |
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